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[lyrasky]

Lily Rose Depp主演 Weeknd 製作【THE IDOL】ストーリー・キャラクター徹底解剖 予告編も! Cast and Teaser

Lily Rose Depp主演 The Weeknd 製作【THE IDOL】ストーリーCAST徹底解剖 全予告編も! Lyraのブログへ #LilyRoseDepp #TheWeeknd #TheIdol #AbelTesfaye #hbq #TroyeSivan #ennieRubyJane #MosesSumney #doublefantasy #JaneAdams #DanLevy #EliRoth #RachelSennott #HariNef #vanityfair #SuzannaSon #HariNef

去年チラッとこのLyraのブログやSNSなどでお知らせして来たWeekend制作総指揮× 主演もするHBQのTVシリーズ【THE IDOL】がいよいよ今年 6月から放送開始になります。 「1年経つのは早いなあ〜」という一般的な感情だけでなく、モデルデビューする前から Johnny Depp好きLyraだったこともあり、このブログやインスタやTwitterで可愛いLily Rose DeppをバシバシPostして来たLyraなので「セクシー路線番組の主役をあのLilyがやるんか！！」と他人事には思えずびっくりしている…その上、あの女性関係マジでやばい Weekndと共演だよ？ 「大丈夫なのか？食われんか？」と心配したりと感情がひしめき合い、追いつかないぜ、ベイビー! と言うLyraなので気持ちをクールダウンさせる為にも(笑)、超期待の【THE…

[strangersteddierthings]

Childhood friends AU Idea

Steve and Eddie are best friends who make plans to learn the elvish alphabet from The Hobbit so that they can pass notes without worrying about other people reading them.

The end of the school year (Eddie in 6th, Steve in 5th) brings a sadness to the two. Eddie's going to middle school and Steve's not yet, but they can hang out on weekends, and they have all summer so no worries. (Also, it gives Steve a little more time to learn elvish, since it'll be a whole year until they're in the same school again.)

Except yes worries because two weeks into summer, Eddie vanishes. When Steve bikes to his house to investigate, the whole house is empty. Packed up and gone. Steve goes to Wayne for answer and all he gets is a smile that doesn't really reassure and words of "his dad got a job opportunity, had to move on short notice. But don't worry, kiddo. I'll get you the number to their new place so you can call."

He learns elvish anyway. It's harder without Eddie to help but he's determined. Eddie might return, or maybe he'll get an address one day. Send a letter to Eddie in full Elvish.

Steve never gets a number or address. Summer ends and sixth grade comes. He doesn't want to forget all the elvish he's learned, just in case. So, he decides to keep a journal. He can write all about everything that's happening and when he sees Eddie, he can give it to him. It's a double win. Eddie will know everything he's missed out on AND it'll help Steve practice elvish.

Sixth grade ends. Eddie doesn't return. Steve did make friends with Carol Perkins though, so he's not as lonely. He hopes Eddie made a new friend, too. But not a new best friend. That's Steve's position, always.

Seventh grade brings Tommy Hagan, but still no Eddie. It brings a growth spurt and sports. Steve likes the easy camaraderie that comes with sports teams. It's like having a lot of friends, which Steve will only admit to needing in his journal. Needing many little connections of friendship to hold together the big hole Eddie left behind.

The summer between seventh and eighth grade brings him a Bruce Springsteen concert. He'd never thought of a boy kissing another boy until he'd witnessed it on stage but he thinks about it a lot after. The end of that summer brings an awaken he refuses to shy away from even if he has to hide it

Eighth grade brings popularity. Steve's good looking, rich, and liked among his peers. It brings the first (and last) time his dad says he's proud of him.

(Steve will spend the rest of his high school career chasing his father's approval.)

Freshman year brings Eddie back, but he's different. His hair is longer and his clothes are darker and he's distant. Defiant and angry. Steve would recognize him anywhere, dressed in anyway.

Eddie doesn't want his friendship anymore. Avoids him in the halls and cafeteria, but Steve is nothing if not persistent. He writes a full letter in elvish to slip into Eddie's locker, but Eddie catches him. Shoves the letter back, unopened, unread, with a harsh whispered, "Don't you get it Harrington? I don't want to be your friend. Fuck off."

Steve doesn't understand why. Not until the table top rants start. Conformity and jocks and brain-dead rich kids who get by on favoritism.

It hurts. Steve feels his heart break the day he finally gets the not-so-subtle messages drilled into his mind. Eddie hates sports, and rich people, and stupid people. Eddie hates all the things that Steve is.

Eddie hates him.

Sophomore year brings Steve a lot of things. It brings the acknowledgment that he was probably in love with Eddie, the way his heart twists the day he sees Eddie flirting with a girl in the hallway, the way he wants the lights out when hooking up with someone so he can imagine a different person pressed against him, the way he gravitates towards brunettes with brown eyes and the flickering hope it might make Eddie jealous. (The way he'd said the wrong name when Brent went down on him, too absorbed in the fantasy of someone else to get it right. Brent hadn't been offended by it, he'd been thinking of someone else, too. Steve finds solidarity for a little bit, until the school year ends and Brent leaves Hawkins.)

Junior year turns Steve's life upside down (pun intended) with monster's coming out of walls. There's probably a lot more he should write about but his journal's pretty empty this year. Too traumatized to document. (Too afraid of what Eddie would say because Steve still writes in his journal like he plans on sending it to Eddie one day. Better to write nothing than sound crazy.)

And halfway through his senior year (don't think about how he's in it with Eddie, about the 4 classes they share, about how Eddie still won't meet his eye) he wants to fade into the background. Nancy and he break up. She's with Jonathan and he hears the whispers of how pathetic he is to be eating lunch with his ex and the guy that 'stole' her. Steve knows that's a lie, Nancy made her choice, and no one can say otherwise, but it hurts to hear. He can't be bothered to try and make new friends. How would he explain the nightmares? The skittishness. The fear of the dark, of pumpkin patches, of his own damn pool now that he's had time to process last year?

Then, the next year brings him Robin. Well. First it brings him an embarrassing uniform and then Russian torture (don't think about it. Don't think about how he'll shorthand the stock list by writing it in Elvish sometimes. Don't think about how the Russian's almost believe they just work for Scoops until they find the stock list in his pocket. Don't think about how they don't believe that the strange script they can't identify isn't proof he's a spy), but in the end he gets Robin. A Platonic Soulmate who understands the hidden side of him. She asked if he was ever in love, and he thinks of the Eddie he used to know, longs to know again, and describes her instead. She rejects him in the softest way possible and then confesses about Tammy, and he confesses about Eddie in turn.

1986 brings Eddie back into his life in the worst way possible. With a bottle to his neck and them both acting like they've never spoken before. It brings twisting guts as Steve lies awake thinking about Eddie alone in a boathouse instead of sharing a bed with him like they used to in elementary school. It brings Steve leading them to Skull Rock (popularized as a make out spot but started as a set of boys' favorite place to play pirates during the summer). Dustin and Eddie make references Steve pretends to not know, despite his own copies of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings and the numerous amounts of notebooks turned journals with elvish scrawled throughout.

There's a trek through the Upside Down. In another universe, Steve imagines he and Eddie talk. In this one, Robin sticks to his side like an extension of him (which she is), and glares at Eddie every time he looks in Steve's direction. Robin knows everything, knows it all, because there are no secrets between them.

They make plans to stop Vecna, once and for all, and Robin confesses she has a fear. That it won't turn out okay this time, but they have to try anyway. Steve clinks his bottle against hers and looks across the field to Eddie and Dustin. The stakes feel so much higher this time.

"I'm going to talk to Eddie if we survive. Make it right," he says.

"No. He's going to make it right because you didn't do anything wrong," Robin says, which is more support than he thought he'd get given the grudge she holds in his favor.

Eddie said make him pay and Steve does. Nancy advances, shotgun shot after shot and Steve's bounding down the stairs. Vecna beats him to the ground floor but not by much.

A hatchet's not the best tool to remove a head with but he manages. When he looks up, Nancy and Robin are looking down, both approving.

They find Dustin sobbing over Eddie and- and-

Steve's certain he's broken several of Eddie's ribs but he's breathing again, Nancy finds his pulse beneath all the blood, and Robin's retrieved the cut sheets to make bandages out of. Nothing is clean in this world, infection could kill him later, he might not save Eddie like he wants, but fucking Christ, at least if death claims him, it'll be on the right side of the world in a hospital.

Dustin, Robin, and Steve are at Eddie's side when Nancy leads Wayne into the room. They knew she went out looking for him (Steve was going to but Nancy had shoved him back in the chair with a look that left no room for argument) but even so they're startled by him.

Wayne has always been stoic and reserved, so it's no surprise to Steve when he just lets out a low whistle and says, "of all the people I might see here, you weren't one of 'em."

Steve swallows thickly and says, "well. I am. Here, I mean."

And Wayne gives him a watery smile and crosses the room. Pulls Steve into a hug that Steve thinks he probably wants to give to Eddie instead, but Eddie's not awake and standing and Steve is. But then Wayne says, "I told Eddie he couldn' chase ya away. That if he just talked to ya, you'd understand. He tried so hard to make ya hate him, and for what? For ya to be at his bedside anyway."

And Steve sobs. Loud and ugly and suddenly Dustin's there, and so are Robin and Nancy, and it's probably the most awkward hug for all the others but it's the best hug Steve's had in years. He doesn't even care that he's crying because how can he? Wayne's all but confirmed that Eddie doesn't hate him, maybe never hated him. That Eddie has an explanation, a reason for it all, and all he wants is Eddie to wake up and tell him.

Steve finally gets his apology two days after Eddie's release. It's the first time they've been alone together since- well, since elementary school. Wayne drove him here then lied about needing to check on something and said he'd be back in an hour or so before abandoned them to the awkward silence in Steve's living room.

"I'm sorry, Steve!" Eddie blurts out loudly, then looks startled by his own yelling.

"I know. I forgive you."

"You shouldn't."

"I know. Still do anyway. Would like to know what happened, though."

And Eddie tells him. How his father's debts came calling and they ran. How his mom got sick real fast, and his father's crime spree and prison sentence following her passing. How Eddie discovered the same thing about himself that Steve did but didn't have the same acceptance of himself. Hated that another thing marked him as Other. Freak.

He tells Steve how he couldn't let Steve back in because he was afraid of losing him again if he ever learned.

"I didn't think you'd be okay being friends with a faggot," Eddie spits the word out, dirty and mean and directed at himself.

Steve makes a decision then. "Follow me." And he helps Eddie up the stairs and into his room. Eddie sits on the bed and watches as Steve digs out notebook after notebook after notebook, until they're a tower on his bed. Then he topples them over in his search for the first.

Eddie takes the offered notebook with confusion on his face, looking from the cover, where 1978 is written on it. The summer Eddie vanished from Steve's life.

"Open it."

Eddie does and gasps. "Steve. Is this-"

"Every single one of these notebooks was written to you. For you. About you. I read The Hobbit for you. The Lord of the Rings. I learned elvish for you. I think I've been a little bit in love with you since the day we met on the playground on my second day of first grade."

"Steve," it comes out breathless and awed.

"Eddie," Steve repeats back to him, just as breathless as Eddie tosses the notebook aside and reaches for Steve instead. Hauls him in to kiss him senseless amongst the proof of Steve's devotion.

[letsgetrowdy43]

for adam fantilli x hughes sister can you do luke finding out about them and being pissed

Luke finds out—

Au Masterlist!!

Luke had been completely oblivious to your and Adam's relationship up until World Juniors.

It was actually comical, to the point that most of the team knew, and he stayed unaware

No one other than him and Dylan was left out of the know (let's be so real, Dylan is even more clueless than Lu)

The two of you portrayed yourselves as simply platonic.

Luke sensed some sort of tension between Adam and you but thought that it wasn't something to worry over.

When in reality your relationship consisted of fleeting stares and friendly touches in front of him but was filled with sickly sweet romance behind closed doors

Adam was such a sweetheart though, he understood the dilemma with your relationship and still wanted to try (the payoff was *chefs kiss*)

And every warm smile or gentle kiss was so worth the struggle of hiding it from your brother.

You had told Quinn a few weeks after your guy's first kiss

He was the only Hughes family member that you trusted to not tell another soul, and he kept his promise

World Juniors had been literal torture, you were struggling to juggle your double life

With trying to keep the other Umich players (bitches) on the USA team from telling your brother

And being so close to Adam at all times but not being allowed to speak or associate with him was even worse.

Jim had been the first to clue in after you had asked to attend one of the Canada games (specifically the one where Adam scored his first goal of the tournament) with him

Your father had been watching as your breath hitched the moment you saw him gain possession of the puck, biting back a loud celebration as the puck hit the back of the net.

Jimmy gave you a knowing look as he watched you glance over to him, wanting to see if he had caught the slip-up.

"I've always liked Adam" "he's really sweet to me" "that's all I ask for" and that's where the conversation ended, never brought up again.

Jack and Ellen were next to see it all, Team USA and Canada had both been staying in the same hotel (the universe was just teasing you at this point)

The three of you had decided to explore the Halifax waterfront (If ever in town do this, I love downtown Halifax!!)

While leaving the lobby you quite literally ran into Team Canada, a quick apology leaving your mouth as you looked up to see Brandt Clarke, a laugh leaving his mouth at the panic in your eyes

That's when you caught the eyes of Adam whose face was now a bright shade of pink, a smile on his lips as the two of you hugged shortly

You slowly glanced at his appearance, clad in his game-day suit you smiled, "you look very handsome" you spoke quietly before leaving to join your brother and mother once again

Jack had a smug look on his face as he watched your return, a grin on your face before you met Jack's suggestive stare, "you and Fants?"

Ellen was over the moon

The two of them had an obscene amount of questions about the two of you (which obviously you spilled your entire guts to your mother cause she's literally your best friend and you've been bottling this up)

Luke was last to find out, team USA had won bronze, and their heads still hung high even if it wasn't the outcome they had wished

The Umich boys decided to go and watch the gold medal game in support of Adam, the six of you (consisting of You, Rut, Dylan, Gavin, Seamus, and Luke) in the stands as you watched Canada take home the gold.

The cheers were deafening in the barn as the boys celebrated their win

The six of you decided to go down to where the Fantilli family sat, right in front of the glass, a grin on your face as your boyfriend skated over to see his family.

You guys made short eye contact through the glass, his adrenaline high as he winked at you while signing the jersey of the girl standing next to you

Luke's brows furrowed as he watched the two of you communicate through stares (eye-fucking as he would call it)

His jaw dropped as he pulled you away from the celebrating group, his blood boiling as he made it outside of the arena

"You're sleeping with him?" "I have no idea what your talking about Luke" "this has to be a joke" he scoffed before walking away from you

Luke left the arena by himself, taking your parent's rental car and leaving you to find your own ride back to the hotel (the Duke's being the sweethearts they are gave you a lift after you lied about Luke's absence)

You showed back up to the hotel room to find the entire Hughes family sitting tensely on the beds

"They all knew, I can't believe you" he spat as you stood defenceless in the doorframe of the room.

"I'm sorry" you croaked as you looked around the room at your other family members who stared awkwardly at you

"I need to take a walk" he pushed past you as you watched him leave the room fuming.

A frown worked its way to your face as Quinn pulled you into his chest, "I'm fine" you said fighting his touch as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, "it's fine really" tears staring as you stood there and just shook.

[learn-welsh]

Grammar: what the ffuck?

'Learn Welsh, why are there two fs?'

It's all to do with the Welsh alphabet! It goes like this:

A B C CH D DD E F FF G NG H I J L LL M N O P PH R RH S T TH U W Y

Yep, 29 letters. All the double English letters (such as CH) are singular letters in the Welsh alphabet! This means F and FF are different letters with different pronunciation.

Singular 'f' is a 'v' sound.

Double 'f' is an 'f' sound.

Read these aloud:

F, ff, f, ff

If you want to try it in a word:

Fant (vant, like the insect)

Ffrind (frind, like ring but with a d)

Hope this helps! I'm really sorry I can't attach audio recordings to help you but I am trying my best to break it down, if you need anything please ask and I will try my best to help you! ❤️❤️

[saddest-wettest-beast-tournament]

Ensemble Stars Music Showdown Bracket

The brackets have been all set up! Round one will begin tomorrow, 5/11, around 5 PM EST and will run for 1 day

Make as much propaganda as you want and if you want me to rb it make sure to tag me in it

Going to put the brackets in text format under the cut

Bracket A

Left Side

1: Crazy Roulette (Crazy:B) vs Date Plan A to Z (√AtoZ)

2: PARANOIA STREET (Crazy:B) vs Rakuen Tsuihou -Faith Conquest- (Eden)

3: Omoi no Kakera (Switch) vs Promise Swords (Knights)

4: You’re Speculation (ALKALOID) vs RIOT WOLF (Koga)

5: Sei Shounen Yuugi (ex-Valkyrie) vs TRICK with TREAT!! (2wink)

6: Yuukyou Seishunka (Valkyrie & AKATSUKI) vs The Beast of the End (Adam)

7: Little Little Prince Star (Tori) vs Zan -Ketsui no Yaiba- (AKATSUKI)

8: NA NA NA SUMMER NIGHT BeeAT (Crazy:B) vs Kanata e no Uta (Kanata)

9: Black Ball-Room (DEADMANZ) vs d’Arc (ex-Valkyrie)

10: Daydream×Reality (Trickstar) vs VIVID ROLE-PLAYING (Sora)

11: Sleeper Mystery Train (Double Face) vs Tell Your World (2wink & Switch)

12: Sajou no Roukaku (ex-Valkyrie) vs Yoru ni Kakeru (ALKALOID & Double Face)

13: Twilight Pentagram (Altered/Five Eccentrics) vs Heart aid Cafeteria (BLEND+)

14: Voice of Sword (Knights) vs Living on the Edge (ALKALOID)

15: The Tempest Night (fine) vs Ryusei Hanabi (RYUSEITAI)

16: Honeycomb Summer (Crazy:B) vs Kiss of Life (ALKALOID)

Right Side

1: Fight for Judge (Knights) vs Melody in the Dark (UNDEAD)

2: Midnight Butlers (XXVeil) vs VERMILION (ALKALOID)

3: U.S.A. (Crazy:B & UNDEAD) vs Moonlight Disco (Getto Spectacle)

4: Have you been naughty or nice? (Flambé!) vs Uruwashi no Nightingale (Valkyrie)

5: Magic for your “Switch” (Switch) vs Matsuriyo Emaki (AKATSUKI)

6: Meikyuu Denshi Kairou (Valkyrie) vs Heart Prism・Symmetry (2wink)

7: FIST OF SOUL (Butou-kai) vs Feathers of Ark (fine)

8: BRAND NEW STARS!! (All) vs Feather Heartache (Kaoru)

9: How to move’n chess (Izumi, Arashi, Nazuna, & Kuro) vs Unstoppable Love! (Trickstar)

10: Yukai Tsuukai That's Alright! (MaM) vs Shippuu Jinrai Shinobi Michi (Shinobu)

11: Savage Love Affair (UNDEAD) vs Nekketsu☆Ryusei Ninpouchou (RYUSEITAI)

12: Or the Beautiful Golden Drop (Knights) vs Birthday of Music! (Leo)

13: Death Game Holic (DEADMANZ) vs Noir Neige (La Mort)

14: Stippling (Double Face) vs Cloth Waltz (Shu)

15: FORBIDDEN RAIN (UNDEAD) vs PERFECTLY-IMPERFECT (UNDEAD & AKATSUKI)

16: Eccentric Party Night!! (Five Eccentrics) vs Genuine Revelation (ex-fine)

Bracket B

Left Side

1: =EYE= (Double Face) vs Awakening Myth (Eden)

2: Crush of Judgement (Knights Killers) vs Knights the Phantom Thief (Knights)

3: Be the Party Bee! (Crazy:B) vs Gate of the Abyss (UNDEAD)

4: Mystic Fragrance (Knights) vs Eternal Weaving (Valkyrie)

5: Poison Strategy (Ibara) vs Psyche’s Butterfly (Eden)

6: Hysteric Humanoid (ALKALOID) vs Marine Blue Rendezvous (Kanata)

7: Akatsuki Iroha Uta (AKATSUKI) vs Niichan Cheer Squad☆ (Nazuna)

8: Endless Vide (Fraternity) vs Gekkou Kitan (AKATSUKI)

9: RAINBOW CIRCUS (fine) vs See You Again (Madara)

10: Brilliant Smile (Switch) vs Sunlit Smile (Eve)

11: Kohaku to Ruri no Rondo (Mika) vs Melty♡Kitchen (Ra*bits)

12: Tenka Muteki☆Meteorangers! (RYUSEITAI) vs Secret Gravity (Natsume)

13: Little Romance (Knights) vs Artistic Partisan (ALKALOID & Valkyrie)

14: Coruscate Breeze (Knights) vs Ironic Blue (Izumi)

15: Ghostic Treat House (fine) vs Helter-Spider (Crazy:B)

16: Mayonaka no Nocturne (Ritsu) vs Bloody Moon Vampire (Rei)

Right Side

1: Yubisaki no Ariadne (Crazy:B) vs Distorted Heart (ALKALOID)

2: Acanthe (Valkyrie) vs Noisy:Beep (Crazy:B)

3: Article of Faith (Knights) vs Raisanka (Valkyrie)

4: RISKY VENUS (Crazy:B) vs FALLIN' LOVE=IT'S WONDERLAND (Ra*bits)

5: Believe 4 leaves (ALKALOID) vs Nightless World (UNDEAD)

6: Mémoire Antique (Valkyrie) vs Saql Faith (Adonis)

7: Play “Tag” (2wink) vs JEWEL STONE (Arashi)

8: Life is so Dramatic!! (SCREEN10) vs Rainbow Stairway (Jin & Akiomi)

9: Owaranai Symphonia (fine) vs Romancing Cruise (Switch)

10: Heart Heat Beat (RYUSEITAI) vs Fantastic Days◎ (Hiyori)

11: Majestic Magic (Switch & Eden) vs IMMORAL WORLD (UNDEAD)

12: Break the Prison (UNDEAD) vs Silent Oath (Knights)

13: Honey Milk wa Okonomi de (UNDEAD) vs No name yet (Double Face)

14: Tsubasa Moratorium (ALKALOID) vs Miwaku Geki (Valkyrie)

15: Melting Rouge Soul (Adam) vs Ruby Love (Eve)

16: Valentine Eve’s Nightmare (UNDEAD) vs Trap for You (Eve)

[litteratured]

Made in Fante , Dan Fante writer portrait - Documentary

“Made in Fante, Dan Fante portrait writer haunted by his father. Not easy to be the son of a great writer. Especially when it comes to John Fante, angry, runner and alcoholic. Dan Fante has long lived in the shadow of the mythical father. He recounts his life of wandering in New York, away from the Los Angeles of his childhood, made odd jobs and especially alcohol and drugs. For Dan Fante pushed mimicry to sink like his famous sire in the hell of the bottle. But reached the forties, he manages to fulfill the dream he has long cherished: write. He published his first novel, "In spewing from the top of buildings," in which he staged his double, Bruno Dante. Others will follow, under assumed influence of ... Charles Bukowski and John Fante. "After I reread. Many times. Not bad this poem. I thought about Jonathan Dante. It was for him that I had written it. I allowed myself to write more and all would be for him, "he writes in another of his books" The angels have nothing in their pockets. " This documentary journey between Italy and Los Angeles with a passage through the California desert, Dan Fante says its difficult emancipation of the father figure. Today fifties, he says he still dreams of him often. Family meetings also show that the ghost of John Fante still haunts all.”

Director: François and Stéphane Muller Lecauchois

[fucktoyfakeboy]

god not to be like that but my visions getting doubled and its 6am and i fant sleep cuz im too horny t9 do anything pleassse helo me out.... i know im begging for attention like a whore and an idior but thats what i am!!!!

[lady-morta]

Open Starter

“Okay, so, let’s go over this one more time,” Morta said with a sigh, turning on her heel and slowly walking back towards the large, circular window overlooking the city street below. “We agree upon the creation of three score new ferrymen, the creation of nine more way points, the implementation of a three strike warning system before termination, and three weeks of excused leave. There, did I miss anything?

There was a loud squawk, causing Morta to turn around abruptly. She looked over the countless sets of eyes looking back at her, and scowled as the one squawk turned into a dozen. Soon, feathers were ruffling and she threw her head back to stare at the rafters before shaking it and rolling her eyes. Things used to be so much simpler when she didn’t have to rely on her servants to help her do her job. Alas…without her scythe, this was where she was at. 

“You are constructs. You do need family leave! You can’t reproduce!”

The squawking continued. Soon, it was a cacophony of sound. Though her ferrymen took on the form of corvids, they were quite sentient. For the most part, they only spoke to her--but that didn’t mean that a few of the other deities couldn’t communicate with them if they so wished. With the amount of noise they were making, Morta couldn’t imagine a reason any of the other deities would want to commune with her ferrymen.

 Morta raised her hand, releasing a crackle of icy energy. Silence fell through the room--the secondary attic of one of the few remaining cathedrals within Vievecor--though the birds remained unsettled. “Fine. In the event that one of you manages to reproduce, you can have family leave. Six weeks. And no, adoption does not count! I will not have you going out and stealing pigeon eggs in order to get an extended vacation until they’re out of the nest.”

Another squawk from the background. 

“I don’t care if you’re indignant--don’t pretend there isn’t at least one of you here thinking about it. I’m looking at you Odjir. Now, are we done? We’ve been cooped up here--no pun intended--for far too long and I have a party to get to.”

One by one, the birds took off, passing through the walls and ceilings with ease to return to their patrol of the city. Soon, it was just Morta left…with Odjir. He hopped towards her, gave what Morta was certain was a hmph with his head, and then took off, flying awfully close to her face as he passed through the circular window. Morta scowled and muttered a few choice words before stomping towards the door. 

Quickly descending the rickety old stairs to the upper level of the cathedral, she waved her hand, unlocking the wooden door from the other side. She threw it open, startling an aging priest who was far too in shock to say anything as she made a U-turn, her heels clicking loudly on the stone stairs. Morta breathed a sigh of relief as she crossed the entryway in only a few steps and pushed the large double doors open…

Only to freeze in her tracks. It was so cold. And…and was that snow? Surely not, it was too early in the year for that, what with Halloween only being just around the corner and--

Was that…a holiday song? 

Morta crossed her thing-sweater- covered arms, haphazardly rubbing. It wasn’t as if the cold really bothered her, but it was quick a shock in her weakened state. Morta followed the music down one block towards the heart of the city, slumping her shoulders more and more as the city center came into view. 

There was an ice-skating rink set up. Families were linked arm in arm, gliding around as holiday music echoed from speakers and colored lights twinkled from the manicured trees. She had missed the Halloween Celebration hadn’t she? She should have known. The veil had been so terribly thin while she gathered with her ferrymen and time tended to move differently when engulfed in such energy. While she had expected a few days to have passed her by, it seemed that had been wishful thinking. What more had she missed. 

With a sigh, Morta dropped down on an empty bench. “Fantastic…”

@vievecorcitystarters​

[eggthew]

god I've been getting worse at that, completely misreading things or straight up not seeing things, adding double words when I type of leave them out or type completely different than what I meant. fant uhderstand anything and cant make myself be understood i want to be medicated so fucking bad I feel awful

[greedkinggreaser]

Hi there! I started following your blog recently, and I absolutely adore the designs of your fantrolls! I was wondering if it would be okay for me to make some fanart of them? I totally understand if not I just wanted to double check!

Oh, go for it!! I'd love to see it!!

literally me when i get art of my fant trolleds

[kacexpress]

Why You Need Professional Help with Heating Repair in Spring, TX?

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[mikecuenca]

Trash Heap Souvenir No. 0

Introduction:

           Some folks say a magician should never reveal their tricks. But I’ve always found what’s behind the curtain fascinating. The more I learn about a favorite artist of mine the more I can understand their work. Love nerding out about that stuff… 

“Did you know that the reason…?”

Sometimes collaborator and friend Ashlee Elfman was gonna work on an “Oral History of Blvd Du Cinema” book because the behind-the-scenes on all the no-budget stuff I’ve worked on, or how events in life shaped these ideas (domino effects), I think are a lot more interesting, and better, than the movies I make. But it fell apart. It was very ambitious.

So I’ve been toying with the idea of jotting down the history of my zero-budget productions. I’ve gone back-and-forth with it throughout the years— even doing a John Fante/Arturo Bandini sort of thing, changing names. But, eh, I’ve got nothing to hide (well, unless it involves a person who should get a fictional name). Besides, I used to write about my daily encounters on Livejournal (remember that) many moons ago. I always pull from the archives there and reshape incidents to fit whatever made-up story I’m working on. So is it really made-up after all? Hey, I did make a movie called JERRY POWELL that’s all about trusting perceptions, and more over, yourself. How much have we doctored our own memories?

Anyway. I like keeping records of things. And it’s also for any close friend’s sanity. Because I recount the same tales. Repeatedly. I think, as the past has proven, that once I jot something down, I never bring it up again. Besides, quoting a famed author, “I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.”

Bare with it, tho, if you care to read, ‘cause I speak in tangents just how my movies play out and I’m non-linear. Just know that it’ll all eventually come full circle.

“Please be patient,” says the impatient.

---

No. 1: 2002.

There we were on the 5-freeway headed south and it had just started to drizzle rain. Something was telling me to get off at the next Santa Ana exit, to go to my parent’s house and nab some more CDs for the road; all I had was New Order’s SUBSTANCE and it was a two-hour drive to San Diego. But I didn’t listen. Ignored intuition. It’s a double-album. We’ll be fine.

It was a few days after Halloween and I had just closed shop: Geez Louise. That’s where I had met Poul Johansen a few years earlier. Now I had inherited his gig and responsibilities at said store in downtown Fullerton: drop/pick up the register cash from the bank, open up, steam recent vintage clothing arrivals, keep track of inventory, ring-up customers, tidy up, close-up, you know, the basics. By myself. It was cool. I felt cool. Some nice responsibilities for a whatever-year-old kid. One time I even let a buddy sneak a keg into the dressing room and handed customers empty cups. But that was later.  

I used to play a lot of Bo Diddley at Geez Louise. And girl group stuff. I love The Shirelles. Joey, the owner, one day came in and upon hearing the tunes I was serenating the place with joked, “What are we? A vintage clothing store?”

Joey had a stack of totally awesome albums in one of the counter drawers there too. Flipper GENERIC, Christian Death ONLY THEATER OF PAIN, Misfits EARTH A.D., it was the first time I heard all of those. I ripped them onto CD-Rs.

Anyway. There was this cheap digital camera around and I got the idea to dress-up in all the leftover Halloween costumes. I pretended I was dead and Poul snapped photos of me in a cape, head hanging upside down from the counter. Wish I still had those. I then got the even brighter idea—and I get those a ton ‘cause I’m reliably spontaneous and unreliable when it comes to sticking to plans– to hit up my friend Chynna and go visit her and her boyfriend Jon in San Diego. Why? I dunno.

“What kind of beers do you guys like?”

I’m glad she asked that ‘cause I sure wasn’t twenty-one yet and was too embarrassed to admit it, and this meant we weren’t going to hit a bar. Chynna liked Pabst. And Pabst she got.

Chynna’s pretty much the older sister I never had. I was (am) a big fan of her comic books, particularly Blue Monday, which, as the advertisement that drew me to it in the first place noted, was pretty much Archie but with mods, punks, and rockers. I was blown away. I looked at the poster drawings in the background of the ad’s panels. These kids were listening to the same shit I was listening to! No way! I hardly knew anyone into the same things. I was pretty lonely. I wrote to her a gushing email* in which I quoted Ren n’ Stimpy (“Your grandmother sucks eggs!”).

*The email was later printed in the back of one of the issues of Blue Monday.

That got a laugh out of Chynna, and soon we became internet friends (AOL chat). A few years later I met her in person. She invited me to her birthday party in SD which revealed a very small world coincidence, the first time I maybe truly experienced something like that, but if I keep talking about it I’ll never get back to what I was originally saying…

So. Oh, yeah... Poul and I hit the road. In our costumes. And because my memory is a bit frazzled still from the terrible thing that was about to happen, I can’t remember if he was or if I was the one wearing the rainbow-colored clown wig. I’ll never know.

We were near Oceanside. And the cars on the road began to gradually slow down. It’s getting a bit dark now, and the rain is coming down heavier but it’s not pouring, you know? I went into the slow lane. It was clear. Well, save for one car a bit up ahead. And all of a sudden that car just quickly hops over into the right shoulder, as if it could literally hop over to the right. I squint my eyes at this large lump of clothing lying up ahead on the road. That’s what the car in front of me had avoided. What am I looking at here? And as Poul and I speed closer to it, we both drop our jaws, and I yell out, “Oh! Shi---”

Cut off. I didn’t finish my short sentence.

I don’t know which way I swerved. But it was like the movies. Slow-mo. We were spinning on the highway. 360. In circles. I’m seeing headlights, I’m seeing the rain drops on my windshield. My head jerks to the right. BASH!!! We crash right into the center divider.

BLACK.

I’m on the highway. Walking. Blood or rain, or maybe I imagined either or both, like a curtain over my eyes. I was swaying. I look and I see scattered blurry VHS tapes all across the lanes. I stumble.

BLACK.

I’m in an ambulance. I’m on my back. I’m trying to sit up. But I can’t stop talking. I’m wearing an Eater shirt, by the way. The ‘70s UK teen punk band. One of my favorites. I’m asking the paramedic what his favorite punk bands are. He’s keeping me conscious, telling me he loves The Stiff Little Fingers. I laugh loudly, “Stiff Little Fingers are awesome!”

BLACK.

I’m staring at what’s possibly the ceiling of an emergency hospital as I’m wheeled down a hallway.

BLACK.

I look up from a bed. I see a worried Chynna.

BLACK.

(I think) there’s my mom. And Luis, my brother.

What the hell happened?

The car had been hit from every direction. It was a Daewoo. A burgundy Daewoo. My first car. I picked that color ‘cause that was my girlfriend-at-the-time-of-purchasing’s favorite color. When my dad learned that he gave me this look. Not a bad look. Just one of those, “Of course it is”-sorta looks. It was a small car. And in that car I got to know the entire Beatles discography, and Bowie’s HUNKY DORY (and SPACE ODDITY), and the Psychedelic Furs’ TALK TALK TALK. And I bring to mind being stuck in traffic as on my delayed way to go visit that girlfriend (Amanda #1) who lived in Fullerton. I was driving from Costa Mesa where I worked as a truck-to-floor clerk (basically one of the people that got to Borders Books at six in the morning to pull the new stock from the storage rooms and put them on their respective shelves). This was quite a hike for me on that sardines-in-a-can 57-freeway going from Costa Mesa to Fullerton, listening to The Verves URBAN HYMNS on repeat. To this day, when I hear that album, I see myself on the 57-freeway in red break-light-flooded traffic as the afternoon turned into night. But now this car was an accordion. If anyone had been sitting in the backseats, they’d be dead.

This kid Aaron, the first person to get me drunk on scotch, not wasted, but drunk, and the first person to give me my first bump of blow, bragged that he decided at the last minute to not join Poul and I, and that he for sure would have bitten the dust in that accident had he. I’d squint my eyes. He had never even been invited on this impromptu San Diego trip. I Iooked up to Chynna. There’s no way in hell I would have invited Aaron out there. Aaron was one of the first in a long line of people I’ve met who wanted to share credit on something they had nada to do with.

But it was a dead body. There was a dead body on the road. In that slow lane. Before we had crashed, Poul and I had passed one of those big yellow illegal immigration crossings signs that used to appear on the freeway whenever you were nearing the Mexican border. I think they’re gone now. So, this could have been an illegal immigrant that had been crossing the freeway, had gotten hit by a car, and was now just there, dead. I still see the dude. He was on the ground, profiled, facing up, as if in a coffin; the lane, a funeral home. And he was about sixty (?) with salt-and-pepper-hair and beard and maybe a grey suit. I mean, I couldn’t believe my eyes. And I know I wasn’t seeing things because Poul saw him too.

So, what I did was immediately swerved to avoid him, lost control of the car, got hit every which way but loose, and crashed. The VHS tapes all over the place were gifted to me by my sister-in-law when she closed her second-hand shop. They had been sitting in my trunk since who knows when. Now they were decorating the highway. One of the tapes my eyes landed on before I passed out was BACK TO THE FUTURE PART II.

Poul and I had smashed our skulls together. And I had a brain hemorrhage. I was dead. But I’m stubborn and eventually got up.

“You never got me down, Ray.” – Jake LaMotta in RAGING BULL.

Just a few days before this, I had gotten fucked up with this trio of dudes I hung out with. We were all tragic figures of some sort. Well, they were. I just romanticized tragedy. They were Peter K, Lloyd L, and that Aaron dude. Actually, the only tragic one was Lloyd who had lost his sister recently, wore the word “sad” on his shoulders, and was now doing drugs and Hi-Ho Silver’ing while at it. These were the guys I hung out with all.the.time. The people that got me out of the house like no one else could when I’d be working on this one script. A script I wanted to make into a movie and then a comic book and then completely abandoned but not until after actually finishing it. See, that was the thing. I was like I’m never gonna feel accomplished unless I actually, you know, uh, accomplish something. A.k.a. finish whatever the hell I work on. I’m sure even someone older and wiser had told me that shit, “Just finish it.” I had two completed movie scripts down, man. The first one took me forever but now I was on a roll…

…I would watch black-and-white Godard movies all day. And ‘60s spy movies. And got really into both Seijun Suzuki’s TOKYO DRIFTER and BRANDED TO KILL which I’d watch on repeat, taking notes (one time I put on TOKYO DRIFTER at Poul’s house and he, a film aficionado and former aspiring filmmaker, went, “Where do you find all these cool movies?” The Criterion Collection, Poul. The Criterion Collection. But I didn’t say that.) And then I would work on my story, which was inspired by everything I just mentioned…

It was about this aspiring musician who couldn’t get a break and meet the right people to form a band and in shopping around for like-minded folks winds up getting swept up in this totally groovy spy plot that was a tribute to pop art, all the ‘60s go-go stuff I was into (I was an aspiring Mod with no money to spend on the attire—but oh, how did I try), glam rock, X-Ray zap guns, teleportation devices, and spirals ‘cause I have an obsession with black-and-white-spirals. I called it (badly) THE SECRET NOIR (“The Secret Black? Really?”). I recently found the script. Not the movie script, mind you, but the one I had adapted to be a comic book. Thought I had lost both. That rickety-old PC I typed my fingers off on as a teen had crashed. And those floppy discs? Who knows where they wound up. I still dream of making that story into a movie. I kid myself, “If I ever have a big success, that’ll be the movie I make next! It needs a big, great budget!” I mean, I wrote this whole scooter chase sequence cut to “Friday on my Mind” by The Easybeats. There ain’t no compromise here. ‘Cause that’s all I ever do: COMPROMISE.

But every night the trio would ring me up. I’d book it from the house, hop in a car, or got into my own car and we’d roam the streets of Orange County, California (and sometimes LA). 

Peter and Lloyd were already friends. And I had worked with Peter at the Boarders I mentioned. Aaron, I knew from The Block, this outdoor mall where, in 1999, a bunch of rando punk kids I wish I’d been friends with hung out. He worked at the Van’s Skate Park there and rolled up on me once when I was wearing a Subhumans tee. He showed me his Subs tattoo in return-- similar to the one I’d get later in Atlanta. Now he had ran into me while I was working at Geez Louise. But he looked different. No longer dressed like an anarcho-punk, but still missing teeth ‘cause they’d been kicked in at a hardcore show or whatever the hell he had said. Now he was dressed kind of sharp. Button up. Nice pants. In all black. He told me he worked down the street. At the In-and-Out Burger on Harbor. What?

“Dude, you know they’re all Christian? There’s bible verses at the bottom of their cups.”

One of my friends growing up, Deez, his cousin worked at an In-and-Out as an entry-level manager and made bank. And I’m talkin’ bank for a teenager. They take care of their employees. $18 bucks an hour in 1999? You kidding me? “If you don’t go to college, you’ll be flipping burgers,” I heard the old-folks saying. Well, that motherfucker makes more money than you do on retirement. I figure Aaron’s doing alright.

On a lunch break I go over there. I see Aaron outside the entrance, back in his dirty punk clothes. He’s spanging, suckering customers to give him change. He tells me he’s made over fifty dollars in a couple hours. He says let’s hang but, “Let me get out of my dirty work clothes.” Aaron goes inside the In-and-Out restroom. Few minutes later he comes out looking all spiffy, shiny, and new; his punk ‘drobe stuffed into a bag.

The rest I’ll skip ‘cause I don’t remember how the four of us all actually started hanging out together. But one night we jumped this grade school’s fence and Aaron offered us blow. I’m pretty sure it was everyone’s first go. I mean, I had only smoked weed once at this point. This stoner friend of mine named Angie who I went to Santa Ana Middle College with (at sixteen), and who had gotten me into The Doors and The Misfits and The Smiths (her three favorite bands), always encouraged me to smoke weed with her. But, nah. I kind of grew up in a bubble, or my own universe of invention, and I was content with my movies and my music and my comic books, and, well I didn’t want my parents to wig the fuck out (again; more on that later). Plus I had all this Catholic guilt. But screw this. I was in a band. I was never at home anymore. My dad and I had stopped trying to kill each other all the time mainly ‘cause I just made sure to avoid him by celebrating my last couple years as a teenager being out with friends and experiencing goddamned things instead of just learning about them from a television screen.

“If I ever catch you with marijuana, I’ll kick you out the house!,” my dad would yell.

Well, he never said anything about cocaine...

We all did huge key bumps. SNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFF! SNIFF! SNI—II-FF! SNIFF! SNI-- whuuuuut… the fuck. This thing going down my nostril, dripping into my throat, making my mouth all numb. What is—ohhh, I gt it. Aaron later became ours and everybody else’s coke dealer. I think we all had equal addictions because of this. But days before the big crash – ha-ha, I’ve never referred to it as that, but it may stick—we’d all gone to someone’s place. It’s all foggy now, but I had ripped for the first-and-only-time cocoa puffs. Basically, weed peppered with coke out of a bong. When Peter took a rip, I couldn’t stop laughing. He thought he was on fire and ran outside of the house screaming. We had to calm him down.

So now I was all paranoid…

Oh my God. The hospital is running blood tests. This shit’s gonna show up in my system. They’re gonna know about all the fucking drugs I’ve been doing. My parents are gonna know. Oh, man. I am so fucked. Or was I? I mean, I think my parents at this point were realizing that I was way different from my much older brothers (we’re talking about 20+ years difference) and that since I’m the first one born in the states that, well, dealing with me was gonna be a little bit different and that I took no advice and kind of did what I wanted without permission. I had already been arrested at fifteen. But I graduated out of high school two-years before due date, so they couldn’t hold anything against me. I also always used the band as an excuse: “I’m going to practice in Ventura.” That was usually a two-to-three-day venture. I had a job (I always had a job, since the age of twelve or thirteen). I paid for my own things. I didn’t drink. What’s there to worry about?

If anyone found out anything about any drugs, no one mentioned a word. They were totally devastated because of the accident. But I’m far from a hypochondriac and someone that can’t handle too many unnecessary restrictions so I couldn’t be in that hospital bed any longer. Against the medics’ wishes, I ripped off whatever IV bags were stuck to my veins, got up, got dressed and my mom took me to the junk yard. I can’t even describe my car’s make-over.

Poul thought I had died. He said when he saw me being carted into the ambulance he thought, “That’s it. He’s gone.”

Months later, during band practice, Poul abruptly stopped drumming and let out a huge scream. That’s when he learned he had cracked his ribs in the accident.

He had said, “My cousin’s a lawyer and she basically said the only person I can sue is you, which I’m not going to do.”

“Can we sue the car manufacturer?”

“Why?”

“The air bags never ejected.”

No one did, tho. Or if someone did, I never caught wind.

One thing, tho. One thing. There was one miraculous thing that happened here. Before the accident I had a limp. I walked all funny. And now? If you could believe it, could walk just fine.

[giranswife]

Love Epiphany for you and Giran!!

Love Epiphany: When and how did you realize you loved your F/O? When and how did they realize they loved you?

Ooooaaahh,, now that’s a good question,, I realized I loved him when like leaving him started to become a little harder to do? Like we’d already been spending time together for a while but whenever I would be without him it would be just weird. It made more sense when he was with me. I just missed his voice and his touch and god everything else about him. He was all I could think about and I just wanted to make him feel good and happy. He made me so happy, and I just... couldn’t imagine my life without him.

And as far as when did he knew he loves me? Kinda similar things just in his own way. He knew before I did just because he wasn’t in fuckin denial. But he just started calling me a lot more throughout the day just bc he wanted to know how my days was. He also was thinking about me a lot and like actually looked forward to seeing me all the time. Gave a shit about how he looked before I came to see him and just like,, cared about what I thought and how I felt and didn’t want me to want for anything.

And he won’t admit how his heart ached when I wasn’t around :3

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[thedenfantasyleague]

The Den Fantasy League - Weekly Recap: Week Six

Gentlemen, 

You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. I’ll admit, I’ve been absent but I’m back and I’m ready to break down Week Six. 

Viking Quest v. Player 12 [AUTODRAFT BOT]

To be honest, this score snuck up on me on Monday night but we’ll get to that later. We started off the week with Philly RBs and I luckily got the best in that match-up. From there, I had big games from Rodgers, MY little Cooper Kupp, Fant, Colts D. For Dyl, it was a frustrating week as he actually had a good showing, just fell short in some areas. Big games from Mahomes, Jones, Ruggs, and LA D kept him in it. Coming down to MNF, Diggs put up almost 20 but it just wasn’t enough. Are the vibes no longer positive? The name change may say so. 

Hank Mardukas v. Fire Jarn

This may be Robbie’s last game in the league. Not because he’s getting kicked out, but after this loss, he may just have given up. Rob was destined to win with Scott’s QB getting less than five points but his team certainly surged back. Other than Sterling, he owes his success to his RBs. Going into Monday night, Scott needed help from three players: Knox, AJ, and King Henry. Knox broke a bone, AJ played okay, but Derrick Henry ran all over Buffalo to end the night with 34.6 points. Robbie has turned his reputation around as he’s been competitive thanks to his combo of Burrow/Chase and he had good games from Regular Season Lenny and Sutton. What a heartbreaking loss for Rubbie. 

Debbie Rowe v. Tua Days 

Honestly, just a tough game all around. In our lowest-scoring matchup of the week, Vinny pulled out the win with less than 92 points. These two were waiting all day for Sunday night but first, they had to get the rest of their teams out there. Truthfully, thank goodness Jake had Thielen as he only had two other players in double figures. His three RBs combined for only 14.1 points and yet he was still in play for a win going into Sunday night. For Vinny, Tuddy Tom put up a good day and he then had three other players in double figures. On Sunday, it came down to Diontae v. Najee. Najee outscored Diontae by 7+ points and sealed the victory. 

Wilmore Cinderella v. Team Timshel 

For JP, his weekend wasn’t much better. He had four players in double figures in Lamar, Zeke, Andrews, and Boswell; however, despite winning 34-6, Lamar ended with only 11.78 points and ended the day with two INTs. Not ideal. Mike had a good week with two 20+ point-scorers at the top of his lineup in Kyler and Cook. He also had four other players in double figures to easily handle JP. Tough week. 

Mr. Magorium v. Kalabar’s Revenge 

You could say this was a spooky battle. Gabe went to visit G recently and perhaps he went to learn from Medium G. In this battle, the student did not surpass the master. Gabe missed 100 by 0.1 points and got there by big games from Hurts, Swift, Williams, Cook, and McPherson. Basically, everyone but his WRs and D made it to double figures. For G, I think I might be ready to put a lock on him defending his title from last year. Led by Dak, James, CeeDee, Gesiciki, and Tyreek, he may never be stopped. You just can’t beat auto-draft! 

Virgin Red Roosters v. The Perfect Ten 

In a Ryle boys matchup, E almost doubled-up Al in this matchup. Al had a rough week as his Chargers didn’t do much in their loss. You could argue his only real bright spot was Mixon It Up but there was nobody beating E this week. Thanks to 28+ performances from Allen and Taylor and big games from Herbert, Hop, Antonio Brown, and even his kicker had 15. A perfect week from E which is starting to bring the question from the league: is E locked into his third title? 

Power Rankings

After Week Six, here’s where we stand:

Offer Report

Playoff Percentage

Final Standings Projection

Week Three Matchups

Team Timshel (3-3) v. Viking Quest (4-2)

The Perfect Ten (5-1) v. Mr. Magorium (2-3)

AUTODRAFT BOT (1-5) v. Debbie Rowe (4-2)

Kalabar’s Revenge (4-2) v. Wilmore Cinderella (2-4)

Fire Jarn (1-5) v. Virgin Red Roosters (3-3)

Game of the Week - Battle of the Real 305

Tua Days (5-1) v. Hank Mardukas (2-4)

Vlog

Dylan joins us this week as we catch up on the season. 

Set your lineups accordingly. 

Your beloved Commissioner, 

Jared R. Mosqueda

[ritterblood]

It's cold. Heretics attack the outside of the camp. They attack a supply convoy. They want to cut off the camp. You fight them. You're so angry. You're so angry. Auri was helping. He took out the stragglers. The back swing of your sword catches Auri on the neck. He falls to the floor. He'd got in the way.

whatever ire fueling his movements is immediately replaced by the cold wash of dread the moment he sees his lover go down. terror seizes his heart in his chest, sword falling from numb fingers and the way auri's name tears from his lips in a desperate cry is entirely involuntary. 'tis only instinct that stops him from being gutted by the last of the heretics pressing their final, desperate advantage, shield thrown up to block their blow ere he brings the edge of it down on their throat in a swift and decisive blow. he cares not to check whether he managed to kill them, shield falling to the snow as well as he skids to his knees next to auri's prone form.

haurchefant's stomach lurches, bile rising in his throat as he spots red tainting white and it's all he can do not to heave right then and there, a strangled sob forcing its way past his choked up throat. " please, oh, please. " he nigh tears his gauntlets off, tossing them unceremoniously to the side as he curls fingers around the back of auri's neck, finding it sticky and warm with blood, while the other touches his throat. the steady beat of a pulse 'neath his fingers nearly doubles him over in relief. " oh, thank halone, " thank halone auri is yet alive, still drawing breath; his own comes out short and hunted as his heart hammers away in his chest, residue of panic blurring his vision.

he draws him up to his chest with trembling hands, pulling his blood-stained fingers away from the cut caused by his sword. his sword, swung carelessly in his anger. it is but a shallow wound, one which likely would need but a couple of stitches once haurchefant gets him to the infirmary, but it does not stop him from shaking, does not stop him from holding auri close, curled over him as he chokes another sob into raven hair. had auri stood any closer--- had he moved his head any differently---

how close he'd come to killing the person he loves.

his stomach heaves again and this time he cannot stop it, having but enough time to lay auri back down before he lurches to the side, retching up the empty contents of his stomach, throat burning, eyes stinging with tears. he feels weak, shaky, cold down to his very bones. he knows without a doubt he'll not sleep a wink, not wanting to face whichever nightmares would plague him.

a hand on his own makes him start. his breath hitches, more tears falling as he turns back and meets auri's lidded gaze, confusion furrowing his brow. green has never looked so damn beautiful. " 'fant? 's happened? why're y' cryin'? "

haurchefant knows not whether to laugh or cry and settles on a combination of both as he takes auri's hand in his trembling fingers, squeezing weakly. " hush, " his voice sounds hoarse, stuttering, wrecked to his own ears. " don't --- don't speak. i- i'm taking you to the healers. " his hand curls around his neck again as if wanting to protect the cut, cover it, his other arm curling 'neath auri's knees as he lifts them to unsteady feet. he feels odd, as if his head and ears are underwater, everything around him muffled but for the sound of auri's breathing. some knights are running towards them, but he gives them a sharp shake of his head when they try to help him, indicating they take care of the bodies instead.

'tis but the man in his arms that gives him the strength to move past them, making a beeline towards the infirmary. / @ferrumumbra